Finally saw the Miller-Monster/Cumberbatch-Doctor version of Danny Boyle's National Theatre 2011 production of "Frankenstein" tonight. (We saw Cumberbatch-Monster/Miller-Doctor during the first round of US screenings, whenever that was - a long while ago.) Mesmerizing, of course.
I'm really glad I saw both versions. Miller's more childlike monster was highlighted especially well by Cumberbatch's cold, mad doctor. Each actor brought such different physicality to the monster role, & such different emotional content to the doctor. The set design was clever without being overwhelming -- the bank of hanging pendant lights above the stage was practically another character -- and in all other respects the production was nearly flawless.
And I'll be fine tomorrow, but seeing that sort of near-perfection makes me miss acting and the theatre in a way that is breathless and terrible. I was never part of a "nearly flawless" production -- though I was in a few good shows -- but how I loved the process of it. The collaborative power of it. The thrill of it. It feels like a chunk of my soul has been missing for 15 years.
Hell, maybe it has.
But anyway, go catch one of the encore screenings if you haven't already seen it. "Frankenstein" is incredibly powerful modern theatre. I recommend it highly.